Cyberjack (1995) - full transcript

(silence)

[SIREN]

REMIND ME TO QUIT
MY JOB TOMORROW.

AND WHAT, MISS ALL
THIS FUN? HUH?

HA HA!

VAPOR BOMBS?

DRIVE MUCH?

IS THAT BETTER?

SHOW-OFF.

HA HA HA HA.

50 SAYS HE TAKES US
TO GHOST TOWN, HUH?



YOU'RE ON.

I'M GONNA GET HIM FIRST.

OOH.

THIS GUY IS GREAT.

[SQUEALING TIRES]

WHERE'D HE GO?

[KEYSTROKES]

HE'S RIGHT THERE
ON THE SCREEN.

[SQUEALING TIRES]

[ENGINE STOPS]

[SCREECHING TIRES]

SO, HOW ABOUT
THEM NEPTUNES?

AMEN.

I'M UP 10 GRAND THIS MONTH.



THEY STILL NEED
AN OUTFIELD.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKIN' ABOUT?
THEY GOT A GREAT OUTFIELD.

HEY, NICK,

EVER SEE WHAT A RAT DOES
WHEN HE'S CORNERED?

NO, BUT I GOT
A PRETTY GOOD IDEA.

FIRST,
HE SHITS HIS PANTS.

AND THEN...

Criminal: HE WIPES HIS ASS.

NANCE!

DROP IT!

GEE, OFFICER, WAS I
REALLY GOIN' THAT FAST?

DROP IT.

YOU AIN'T GOT
NO PLACE TO GO, PAL.

NEITHER DO YOU,
SHITBAG.

NOW DROP THE GUN,
OR SHE DIES.

JUST DROP THE GUN,
AND YOU BOTH LIVE.

DON'T DO IT, NICK,
HE'LL KILL US BOTH.

YEAH, GO AHEAD,
OFFICER...

MAYBE YOU FEEL
LUCKY TONIGHT.

YOU GOT A CLEAN SHOT.

[GUNSHOT]

UHH!

[SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE]

[RINGING]

HEY, HEY, SHITBIRD,
YOU FORGET SOMETHIN'?

IT'S PAYDAY.

I TOLD YOU,
SCHRECK, FRIDAY.

UH-UH-UH.
NO DICE, SWEETHEART.

LOOK, YOU'LL
GET YOUR MONEY.

[SIGH]

YOU'RE ON A LOSING
STREAK, SHITBIRD.

YOU SHOULD FIND YOURSELF
A NEW TEAM...

BEFORE YOU STRIKE OUT...

PERMANENTLY.

[SIREN]

YOU GOT A CLEAN SHOT, NICK.
YOU GOT A CLEAN SHOT!

[GUNSHOT]

Female computer voice:
CAUTION.

YOU ARE ENTERING
A SECURED PERIMETER.

PLEASE SUBMIT TO
A RETINAL IDENTITY SCAN.

I LOVE IT WHEN
YOU TALK DIRTY.

JAMES NICHOLAS,
CUSTODIAL ENGINEER,

YOU ARE CLEARED
TO ENTER.

THANK YOU.

YOU'RE WELCOME,
NICK.

HEY, JOHNNY.

WELL, IF IT AIN'T
THE LEAN, MEAN
CLEANING-MACHINE.

YOU KNOW HOW YOU CAN TELL
YOU'RE IN TROUBLE, JOHNNY?

HOW'S THAT?

WHEN THE BEST OFFER
YOU HAD IN 3 YEARS

COMES FROM
A LASER CANNON.

CATCH THE GAME
LAST NIGHT?

YOU MEAN THE TURKEY SHOOT?

LET ME GUESS. YOU BET
ON THE TURKEY AGAIN.

GOTTA START WINNIN'
SOMETIME, RIGHT?

Johnny:
MORNING, DR. ROYCE.

HAVE A NICE DAY,
DR. ROYCE.

YOU OUGHT TO CHECK
THAT OUT, NICK.

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY
ABOUT COMPUTER
SCIENTISTS.

WHAT?

LOOSEN 'EM UP WITH
A LITTLE ALGEBRA,

THEY GO WILD!

I THINK I'D HAVE
BETTER LUCK WITH
THE LASER CANNON.

[BUZZING]

PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME,
DR. ROYCE,

HOW CAN YOU MAKE
A VIRUS PROGRAM THINK?

BY MERGING IT WITH
NEUROLOGICAL PROTOPLASMA.

THE MENTAL COMPONENT
DIRECTS THE VIRUS,

MUCH LIKE THE HUMAN MIND
DIRECTS ITS THOUGHTS.

THE THEORY IS QUITE
SIMPLE, MR. OSHIGA.

SO A COMPANY,
SUCH AS YOURS,

WOULD PURPOSEFULLY
INTRODUCE THE VIRUS
INTO ITS DATABASE--

AFTER THEY'VE PAID US
A STANDARD FEE OF COURSE.

Mr. Oshiga:
OH, OF COURSE. HA HA.

BUT INSTEAD OF
DESTROYING INFORMATION,

THE VIRUS THINKS ITS WAY
THROUGH THE SYSTEM,

EXPOSING THE SYSTEM'S
VULNERABILITIES AND
WEAKNESSES

AND MAKES ALL
THE NECESSARY
SAFEGUARDS.

LIKE COMPUTER
INOCULATION.

AH, EXACTLY.

HACKERS, CYBERJACKS,

ALL FORMS
OF INFORMATION DISEASE

WILL SOON
BE THINGS OF THE PAST.

VERY GOOD.

IN THEORY.

YES, WELL, I THINK THAT
JUST ABOUT DOES IT HERE,
MR. OSHIGA.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO VISIT
OUR VIRTUAL REALITY LAB?

WE HAVE A BELLY DANCER
HOLOGRAM I THINK
YOU'D LOVE.

WAIT, WAIT.

IT APPEARS DR. ROYCE
HAS SOMETHING TO SAY.

I'D LIKE TO HEAR IT.
CONTINUE, DOCTOR, PLEASE.

YES, DOCTOR,
BY ALL MEANS,
PLEASE CONTINUE.

THANK YOU.

THE PROBLEM IS THAT
THERE'S A RANDOM ELEMENT
THAT WE CAN'T PREDICT.

IN HALF OF THE TESTS
THAT WE RUN,

THE VIRUS SEPARATES
FROM THE BIOLOGICAL HOST.

IT ONLY SURVIVES FOR
A COUPLE OF SECONDS,

BUT UNFORTUNATELY,
THAT IS ENOUGH TIME

TO MAKE LUNCH
OF A FEW GIGABYTES OF DATA.

I DON'T MEAN TO RAIN
ON YOUR PARADE, MR. JERVIS,

BUT FACTS ARE FACTS.

AND WHAT DO YOU
PROPOSE TO DO
ABOUT THIS...

"RANDOM ELEMENT"?

WE PROPOSE TO FIX IT.
RIGHT, PHILLIP?

WE'RE WORKING
NIGHT AND DAY,
MR. JERVIS.

UM, THIS WAY, MR. OSHIGA.

[CLEARS THROAT]

WHEN YOU WERE
5 YEARS OLD, ALEX,

I TAUGHT YOU
THAT HONESTY WAS
THE BEST POLICY.

DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT
QUITE SO LITERALLY?

I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT
TO HEAR THIS, DAD,

BUT WHAT IF
WE CAN'T CONTROL IT?

WHAT IF WE'RE IN
OVER OUR HEADS?

YOU'RE RIGHT, ALEX,
I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT.

[ENGINE NOT STARTING]

DAMN IT.

UH, I CAN PROGRAM
AN IBM MAINFRAME
NO PROBLEM,

BUT GIVE ME AN
ELECTRIC MOTOR
AND I JUST...DON'T--

POP THE HOOD.

THANK YOU.

OK, TRY IT NOW.

[ENGINE NOT STARTING]

OK, OK. OK.

YOUR REMOTE'S SHOT.

GREAT.

WHAT'S MY REMOTE?

IT'S THAT LITTLE THING
THAT'S ATTACHED TO
YOUR CAPACITOR.

OH.

AND THAT'S SHOT, TOO.

WELL,
THAT FIGURES.

UH, DO YOU HAVE
ANY SUGGESTIONS?

HAVEN'T I SEEN YOU
SOMEWHERE BEFORE?

YOU'RE, UH,
YOU'RE SKIP, RIGHT?

YOU'RE HOWARD'S ASSISTANT
UP IN CYBERNETICS.

NICK,
DOWN IN JANITORIAL.

OH. WELL, THAT
MUST BE INTERESTING.

SO, DID YOU CATCH
THE GAME LAST NIGHT?

IS THAT ALL ANYBODY CAN
TALK ABOUT IS THE GAME?

JUST TELL ME ONE THING.

HOW CAN A TEAM GO FROM
FIRST TO LAST IN ONE SEASON?

IT'S CALLED PRACTICE.

YOU WANT TO KNOW
MY THEORY?

LOUSY OUTFIELD.

WHAT ARE YOU
TALKIN' ABOUT?

THEY HAVE
A GREAT OUTFIELD.

YOU KNOW WHAT?
HERE'S WHAT I'D DO.

I'D SWITCH MORRISON
TO THIRD,

I'D LET HASHAGADA
LEAD OFF,

I'D TRADE REDMOP
FOR A GOOD BAT BOY,

AND I'D BRING UP
A COUPLE OF LEFT-HANDERS
FROM THE FARM TEAM.

I MEAN, STATISTICALLY,

BATTERS IN THEIR DIVISION
CAN'T HANDLE SOUTHPAWS, RIGHT?

IT'S SO LOGICAL,

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THEY
HAVEN'T FIGURED IT OUT BY NOW.

UH, CAREFUL,
YOU'RE DRIFTING
INTO FOUL TERRITORY.

[HORN HONKING]

OH, SHIT!

IF YOU EVER GET UP
TO RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT,

STOP IN AND SAY HI.

WHO SHOULD I SAY HI TO?

DR...UH, HEH.

ALEX.

UH! OK, OK.
OK, OK.

OHH!

MAYBE YOU THINK
I'M A COMEDIAN.

MAYBE THIS IS ALL
ONE BIG JOKE TO YOU.

MY MONEY?!

A BARREL OF
FUCKIN' LAUGHS, HUH?

WELL, I DON'T HEAR
NOBODY LAUGHIN'...

SHITBREATH.

I CAN GET YOU...
2,000.

YOU OWE ME 10 Gs!

THAT MAKES YOU OFF
BY, WHAT?

I THINK WHAT
YOU NEEDS...

A MATH LESSON.

UHH!

UHH!

UHH!

UHH!

AH, YOU MOOKS!
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YA?

SO, WHAT ARE
YOU WEARING?

Woman: YOU KNOW
WHAT I'M WEARING, KEN.

COME ON, I'VE BEEN COOPED UP
IN A VIRUS LAB FOR 3 DAYS.

HUMOR ME.

WELL, I'M WEARING
A BLUE POLYESTER
R.A.T. UNIFORM

WITH THESE FABULOUS
STYRENE STRETCH SOCKS

AND THE MOST INCREDIBLE
DURAPLASTIC WORK BOOTS.

ARE YOU HOT YET?

I MEANT...UNDERNEATH.

HEH, WELL, IF YOU
WANT TO KNOW THAT,

YOU'LL HAVE
TO BUY ME DINNER.

WHAT?! I TOOK YOU--

HACKERS.

KENJ?

HELLO?

"ERASING AERIAL
GUIDANCE SYSTEM"?!

"SYSTEM FAILURE"?
LOUSY GODDAMN COMPUTER.

NO, GODDAMN IT!

[SCREAMING]

Female computer voice:
WARNING. SKYBUS IMPACT.

[ALARM]

CURRENTLY, THE DEATH TOLL
IN LAST NIGHT'S TRAGIC
SKYBUS ACCIDENT

STANDS AT 47, WITH OVER
A HUNDRED OTHER PEOPLE
SERIOUSLY INJURED.

BAFFLED INTERWEB OFFICIALS
ARE STILL TRYING
TO DETERMINE

WHAT CAUSED
THE RAPID AIR TRANSIT
COMPUTER SYSTEM TO FAIL.

PHILLIP.

THERE'S NO PROOF, ALEX,
THAT OUR VIRUS
CAUSED THIS CRASH.

KENJI WAS ON THE PHONE WITH
SOMEONE AT SKYBUS CONTROL.

COINCIDENCE.

BULLSHIT!

I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU

THAT COMPUTER SYSTEMS
FAIL ON A REGULAR BASIS.

THAT'S WHAT OUR WORK
IS ALL ABOUT.
PREVENTING--

PREVENTING HACKERS
FROM DOING WHAT THEY
JUST DID TO US.

SUPPOSE IT HAPPENS AGAIN?
SUPPOSE OUR VIRUS GETS OUT

AND DECIDES NOT TO
COME BACK NEXT TIME?

YOUR FATHER ASSURES ME
IT'S LOCKED UP.

IN AN ELECTROMAGNETIC
CONTAINMENT FIELD.

THE ACCESS CODES ARE
KNOWN ONLY TO MYSELF.

GOOD. THEN THAT'S SETTLED.

NOTHING IS SETTLED,
MR. JERVIS.

PHILLIP, WOULD YOU SPEAK
WITH YOUR DAUGHTER?

I TEE OFF WITH MR. OSHIGA
IN AN HOUR.

I EXPECT THE PROGRESS REPORT
ON MY DESK TONIGHT.

SO, THAT'S IT?

PLEASE, ALEX,
TRY TO UNDERSTAND--

WE CAN'T CONTROL IT.

WE ARE CLOSE TO
A BREAKTHROUGH--

47 PEOPLE--

AND NOTHING IS GOING
TO CHANGE THAT!

I'M AN OLD MAN, ALEX.

IF THIS SUCCEEDS...

THEY'LL REMEMBER ME.

AND IF WE DON'T?

SO, HOW'D IT GO?

TERRIFIC.
47 PEOPLE ARE DEAD,

AND JERVIS WANTS
A PROGRESS REPORT.

I'LL GET ON IT.

[SIGHS]
OH, GOD...

EXCUSE ME.

SORRY ABOUT THE MESS.

THAT'S OK.

THAT'S WHAT I'M
HERE FOR, RIGHT?

DO YOU EVER JUST
WISH YOU COULD
GO BACK IN TIME

AND DO THINGS
DIFFERENTLY?

EVERY DAY.

HERE.

GO AHEAD.

THANK YOU.

UGH!

HOW DO YOU
DRINK THAT STUFF?

PRACTICE.

HEH.

SURE THIS IS
OK, JOHNNY?

I DON'T WANNA GET
YOU IN TROUBLE.

LONG AS YOU SIGNED OUT,
NOBODY WILL KNOW NOTHIN'.

SUPPOSE THAT SCHRECK CHARACTER
COMES LOOKING FOR YOU HERE?

TELL HIM I GOT
TRANSFERRED.

Sportscaster:
4th INNING AT FENWAY,
CUBS LEADING 5-0.

RODRIGUEZ STILL
LOOKING FOR THAT ELUSIVE
FIRST WIN OF THE SEASON.

YOU GOTTA WONDER
RIGHT NOW IF THE
MEXICAN'S BEST DAYS

AREN'T ALREADY
BEHIND HIM...
[STATIC]

NO.

BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BAAH!

HUH? THINK YOU'RE BAD?

YOU AIN'T BAD.
YOU'RE DEAD,
BUT YOU AIN'T BAD.

LOOKS LIKE IT'S
INVASION OF THE
RUG DOCTORS, JOHN.

MAYBE THEY CAN DO SOMETHING

ABOUT JERVIS' HAIRPIECE
WHILE THEY'RE AT IT.

YEAH, GOOD LUCK.

Female computer voice:
CAUTION:

YOU ARE ENTERING
A SECURED PERIMETER.

LOOKS LIKE THEY
GOT AUTHORIZATION,

BUT I NEVER SEEN
THIS COMPANY BEFORE.

YEAH, I SEE 'EM.
I'LL GO LET 'EM IN.

RODRIGUEZ WITH
THE WIND-UP...

[CRACK]
HOLY MOLY!

LOOKS LIKE IT'S...
IT'S OUTTA HERE!
OH, MY!

NO...

NO!

Computer:
YOU ARE CLEARED TO ENTER.

CHECK.

HELLO.

HI.

NEED YOU TO SIGN IN.

[RAPID BEEPING]

WHERE TO?

FOURTH FLOOR.

THAT'S FUNNY.
AREN'T ANY CARPETS
ON THE FOURTH FLOOR.

SURE YOU DON'T WANT
THE THIRD FLOOR?

[BEEP]

[ELECTRONIC WHOOSHING]

[ARABIAN MUSIC PLAYS]

UHH!

YEAH, YOU WATCH IT.
I'LL BE BACK, OK?

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

HEY, YOU WANNA DIE?
YOU WANNA DIE?!

MOVE! MOVE!

BYE-BYE!
HA HA HA!

BYE-BYE!
HA HA HA HA!

WHOOO!

HA HA HA HA!
WHOO-HOO-HOO!

COME ON, HURRY UP!
GET OUTTA HERE!

[ELECTRONIC WHOOSHING]

HA HA HA!

HA HA HA!
WHOO-HOO!

GET IN HERE.

THIS IS TRAVIS.
I'M IN THE SADDLE.

HAVE YOU ACTIVATED
THE INTRUDER SYSTEM?

DONE DEAL, COACH.

AIN'T NOBODY COMIN' IN.
AIN'T NOTHIN' GOIN' OUT.

THAT ALL RIGHT
WITH YOU, RAMIREZ BUDDY?

HA HA HA HA!

OUTSTANDING, NUMB.

YOU'RE A GOOD BOY.

Terrorist:
COME ON, GET IN THERE!

[SOBBING]

MOVE IT!

SHUT UP!

WHAT THE HELL?

HEY!

HEY!

SHUT UP!

WHAT THE HELL
IS GOING ON HERE?

GOOD EVENING, DOCTORS.

WHY ARE YOU NOT SMILING?
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT.

THIS IS A LAB, NOT
A GODDAMNED SIDESHOW!

WHO'S IN CHARGE?

I AM.

[SCREAMS AND GASPS]

WRONG ANSWER.

GET THE POINT?

AH...DR. ROYCE, I PRESUME.

OH...THANK YOU.

ANYTIME.

AAH!

[MUSIC STOPS]

[MUSIC RESTARTS]

CAN'T WIN FOR LOSING.

NASSIM, LOOK WHAT I FOUND.

ALEX!

HA HA!

STAY.

AND THAT IS...
EVERYBODY.

GOOD.

YOU HAVE YOUR
FATHER'S EYES.

I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOUR WORK
ON THE INTERNET.

WHAT A MARVELOUS INVENTION--

THE FIRST BIOLOGICALLY
AUGMENTED COMPUTER VIRUS.

BRILLIANT, DR. ROYCE.
TRULY BRILLIANT.

OF COURSE, THOSE
40 PEOPLE ON THE SKYBUS

MIGHT HAVE A SLIGHTLY
DIFFERENT OPINION.

WHOO! NOW, THAT MUST'VE
KEPT THE CORONER'S OFFICE
BUSY FOR QUITE A WHILE.

OUR VIRUS HAD NOTHING
TO DO WITH THAT.

THAT WAS A COINCIDENCE.

FACE IT, PHILIP.

YOUR SMART VIRUS
OUTSMARTED YOU.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

FAIR QUESTION.

WE LIVE IN A BRAVE
NEW WORLD, DOCTOR--

A WORLD WHERE
COMPUTERS CONTROL

EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE,

FROM NUCLEAR WEAPONS PROGRAMS
TO TRAFFIC LIGHTS,

GOVERNMENTS,
MULTINATIONAL CORPORATIONS,

THE AVERAGE MAN--ALL SLAVES

TO THOSE INVISIBLE
PULSES OF INFORMATION,

FLOWING THROUGH THE VEINS OF
A WORLDWIDE COMPUTER NETWORK.

BUT IF ONE MAN POSSESSED
A SUPERVIRUS,

AND WITH A SINGLE
PHONE CALL

COULD DISRUPT
THE ENTIRE MATRIX--

INDEED, CREATE
INSTANTANEOUS GLOBAL CHAOS--

THEN YOU WOULD HAVE TO
RECKON WITH THIS MAN,
WOULD YOU NOT?

YOU'RE PLAYING GOD?

AFTER TONIGHT,
GOD WILL BE LUCKY

IF I EVEN RETURN
HIS
PHONE CALLS.

THE QUESTION IS, DR. ROYCE...

DO YOU HAND OVER
THE VIRUS...

OR DO I HAVE TO CREATE
A VERY LARGE HOLE IN
YOUR FRONTAL LOBE?

I CAN'T.

WRONG ANSWER, PHIL.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

THE VIRUS IS PROGRAMMED
INTO A BIOLOGICAL HOST.

IT CANNOT
SURVIVE OUTSIDE
OF THESE COMPUTERS.

EVEN IF YOU COULD GET IT OUT,
IT'S TOO UNPREDICTABLE.

YOU'D NEVER BE ABLE
TO CONTROL IT.

JUST UNLOCK
THE PROGRAM, DOCTOR.

I'LL WORRY ABOUT
THE DETAILS.

OH, SHIT.

DEV, ROUND UP
THE GUYS.

I WANNA BE
OUT OF HERE
IN 15 MINUTES.

HEY, JOHNNY...

SORRY TO BOTHER YOU.

I WENT TO TAKE A LEAK
AND LOCKED MYSELF OUT.

LOOKS LIKE RODRIGUEZ'S
BIG COMEBACK AIN'T
WORTH SHIT, HUH?

HEH HEH...HMM?

JOHNNY?

JOHNNY--

JOHNNY!

NO...

JOHNNY.

[ELEVATOR CHIRPS]

THIS JOB GETTIN'
TOO EASY FOR ME, MON.

WE KNOCK ON THE DOOR,
AND THEY OPEN IT WIDE.

BOOYAH!

LIKE TAKING CANDY
FROM A BABY.

HA HA HA!

SHOULD'VE LISTENED
TO YOU, ALEX.

IT'S TOO LATE NOW.

MAYBE NOT.

[KEYSTROKES]

[COMPUTER ALARM]

NO!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

IDIOT!

COME HERE, RUNT!

HOW MUCH TIME
DO WE HAVE?

ONE HOUR.

WHO KNOWS
THE ABORT SEQUENCE?

THE MAN YOU
JUST MURDERED.

AND WHO PROGRAMMED
THE SYSTEM?

[SNARLS]

NO...NO...

[SOBBING]

SO...YOU CAN BREAK
YOUR FATHER'S CODES.

AND JUST LET YOU
WALK OUT?

TO BE OR NOT TO BE?
THAT IS THE QUESTION.

IT'S A SIMPLE EQUATION,
DOCTOR--

IF THE VIRUS DIES,
YOU ALL DIE.

AND IF YOU GET IT?

THEN WE ALL LIVE
HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

NOW, YOU'VE GOT
57 MINUTES.

TRAVIS TO NASSIM.
WE'VE GOT US A STRAY.

WHO?

LOOKS LIKE A JANITOR.

SHIT.

I THOUGHT YOU SAID
YOU GOT EVERYONE
ON THE LIST.

I DID GET EVERYONE
ON THE LIST.

EXCEPT
THE JANITOR.

SHUT UP!

DEVON.
WHAT?

MOP IT UP.

SHIT.

UHH!

HOO-HA! HA HA!

YOU IN THE WRONG PLACE
AT THE WRONG TIME,
JANITOR BOY!

OK, WHO ORDERED
THE JANITOR SANDWICH?

ME.

BASEMENT!

SHIT!

SO, WHAT DO YOU
THINK, NICK, HUH?

I THINK YOU'RE FUCKED.
THAT'S WHAT I THINK.

DEVON.

GRRR!

HOW CLOSE?

I-I'VE DECIPHERED
THE FIRST SEQUENCE.

THERE'S 2 MORE.

EXCELLENT, DOCTOR.
JUST KEEP REMINDING
YOURSELF--

"IF THE VIRUS DIES,
I DIE."

Devon: NASSIM,
I LOST HIM.

WHAT?

I LOST HIM.

DEV, GET YOUR ASS
BACK HERE.

NUMB...

WATCH HER.

MY FATHER WAS
A SCIENTIST, TOO.

NEURO-PSYCHIATRY.

YOU SEE, PUSSYCAT...
ONE DAY...

THERE I WAS...

JUST SITTIN' THERE...

CUTEST LITTLE BUNDLE
OF JOY YOU EVER DID SEE.

AND ONE INCISION...

RIGHT HERE...

RIGHT HERE.

[SKIN SIZZLING]

BINGO!

HA HA HA HA!
NO MORE PAIN.

YOU LOST A JANITOR?

MAYBE HE SHOULD STICK
TO CARPET CLEANING.

THERE'S NO WAY
HE COULD'VE GOT OUT

OF THAT BASEMENT,
NASSIM. NO WAY.

TRAVIS.
YEAH?

GO INTO THE COMPUTER
AND BRING UP THE VENT SYSTEM.

ROGER.
HEH HEH.

YOU GOT IT?
GOT IT.

YEAH. NOW KEY INTO
THE HEAT SENSORS.

YOU BETCHA.

TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE.

HEH HEH!
JANITOR MEAT.

YEAH. WELL, WHY
ARE YOU STILL HERE?

NASSIM WAS RIGHT.

YOU GOT YOUR
FATHER'S EYES.

THOSE MUST BE
YOUR MOTHER'S.

LISTEN, NUMB...

I'D LOVE TO WATCH YOU
MUTILATE YOURSELF
SOME MORE, BUT...

I HAVE TO GO
TO THE BATHROOM.

YEAH?

AIN'T THAT
TOO BAD?

I CAN'T CONCENTRATE
ON THE CODES, NUMB.

YOU KNOW HOW IT IS.

MOVE YOUR ASS!

YOU GOT 2 MINUTES, PUSSYCAT.

MAKE IT COUNT.

DO YOU MIND?

NOT AT ALL.

Travis over radio:
HEY, DEV, ONCE YOU'RE IN,

HEAD STRAIGHT AND TAKE
YOUR FIRST RIGHT.

DOC, I'M HERE.

NICK?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING
HERE, NICK?

I'M ON A PACKAGE TOUR.
WHAT'S IT LOOK LIKE?

NICK, WE'RE IN TROUBLE.

YEAH, I KNOW.
WHAT DO THEY WANT?

OUR VIRUS.

OH, GREAT.

NICK, HE KILLED
MY FATHER, THAT
SON OF A BITCH.

WHAT?! WHO?

I DON'T KNOW.
SOME--SOME WEIRD GUY.

HE'S GOT HORRIBLE EYES
AND WHITE HAIR.

HE LOOKS LIKE
A LAB RAT ON STEROIDS.

NASSIM.

YEAH.

HOW DID YOU KNOW?

IT DOESN'T MATTER.

LISTEN, ALEX,
WHATEVER YOU DO,

DO NOT MESS WITH THIS GUY.
YOU UNDERSTAND?

YOU DON'T HAVE
TO TELL ME THAT.

I HAVE LESS THAN
AN HOUR BEFORE THE
VIRUS SELF-DESTRUCTS,

AND THEN KENJI--
EVERYBODY DIES, NICK.

IF YOU GIVE HIM
WHAT HE WANTS,
HE'LL LET YOU LIVE?

IS THAT WHAT
YOU'RE SAYING?

WHILE MILLIONS
ON THE OUTSIDE DON'T.

I GOT NEWS
FOR YOU, DOC.

YOU'RE GONNA BUY IT
EITHER WAY.

I KNOW HOW THIS GUY
OPERATES.

THEN YOU HAVE
TO STOP HIM.

I
HAVE TO STOP HIM?

I HATE TO DISAPPOINT
YOU, DOC,

BUT I'M A JANITOR.
I MOP FLOORS.

BEING A HERO WAS NOT
IN THE JOB DESCRIPTION.

YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE
A LIGHTBULB?

I'LL CHANGE
A LIGHTBULB. FINE.

Numb: TIME'S UP,
PUSSYCAT.

COMING!

[TOILET FLUSHES]

NICK, WE DON'T
NEED A JANITOR.

WHAT?

DO YOU WANT
THE JOB OR NOT?

I'LL STALL THEM
AS LONG AS I CAN.

LET'S GO,
PUSSYCAT.

ALL RIGHT.

[GROAN]

THIS IS KILLING
MY BACK, MON.

I DON'T LIKE
THIS PLACE, DEV.

WHY WE GOT TO GO CHASE
THIS JANITOR, MON?

Travis: HE'S ON THE MOVE.

[CLUNK]

UNHH!

ALL RIGHT!

JANITOR BOY MUST'VE
CAUGHT YOU SLEEPIN'
ON THE JOB, EH?

GET HIM!

Travis: HEY, SAL,
HE'S STRAIGHT AHEAD.

SAL, YOU SHOULD
BE RIGHT ON HIM.

HE'S RIGHT THERE.

WHAT THE HELL?!

AAAH!

AIEEEEE!

AAAAAAH!

AAH! AAH! OHH!

AAAAARRGGHHH!

UHH! ARGGHH!

IS THIS WHY I BROUGHT
YOU ALONG, DEV,

SO YOU COULD GET
YOUR NOSE BROKEN?

BY A JANITOR.

LISTEN, YOU--
ENOUGH!

DEVON, FIND THE JANITOR
AND KILL IT.

I HAVE ENOUGH
DISTRACTIONS.

Sportscaster: WELL,
HERE IT IS, THE TOP
OF THE SIXTH,

AND THE NEPTUNES ARE
TAKING A POUNDING.

SHIT.

SUPPOSE IT ISN'T
A JANITOR.

WHO?

I DON'T KNOW.
SUPPOSE IT ISN'T.

MEGHAN,
GO WITH DEVON.

HAVE FUN...

BUT BE CAREFUL.

IT'S GONNA FEEL
SO GOOD.

YEAH, I KNOW.

WE'VE GOT COMPANY,
NASSIM.

TRAVIS, PATCH ME IN.
I WANNA SEE WHAT'S GOING ON.

Computer: YOU ARE ENTERING
A SECURED PERIMETER.

PLEASE IDENTIFY.

Nassim:
DEACTIVATE IT.

PERIMETER DEACTIVATED.

HEY, JOHNNY,
HOW ABOUT A BREAK, HUH?

YEAH, OUR TREAT.

WE GOT SOME FINE
GOURMET CUISINE HERE.

LOOK, WE GOT
CHOCOLATE CHOCOLATE.

WE GOT ECLAIRS.

WE GOT, UH, RASPBERRY
CREAM FILLING.

WE GOT MAPLE BARS.

WE GOT, UH,
HONEY-DIPPED.

WE GOT A BLUEBERRY SHIT
THAT BILL PICKED OUT.

NOT TONIGHT...

FELLAS.
GOTTA WATCH...

THE CALORIES.

COME ON, JOHNNY.
LIVE A LITTLE.

JOHN...

WIFE SAYS I'M
TOO FAT AS IT IS.

[MUFFLED]
UP HERE! HEY!

I DON'T LIKE
BLUEBERRY.

IT'S A HOLOGRAM!

YOU WANT THE ECLAIR,
DON'T YOU?

YES, I DO.
OK, YOU READY?

YEAH.
OK...1, 2, 3.

WAIT A MINUTE.

JOHN DOESN'T HAVE
A WIFE.

Computer: WARNING:
POWER FAILURE.

WARNING: POWER FAILURE.

BOB, CHECK THIS OUT.

EMERGENCY POWER
ACTIVATED NOW.

WRONG MOVE, SHERIFF.

JESUS H. CHRIST!

HEH HEH!

YEEHAH!
WHOO-HOO!

OUTSTANDING.
TRAVIS...

YOU JUST EARNED
"EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH."

DAMN.

NOW, WHERE IS OUR VIRUS?

Travis: HE'S IN 8409.

I'M THERE.

[BEEP]

CODE...BLUE.

LOOKS LIKE WE'RE
ON OUR OWN, PEDRO.

Computer:
YOUR REPLICATORS ARE READY.

REPLICATORS?

Computer:
YOUR REPLICATORS ARE READY.

WHERE ARE YOU?

I'M AT THE LAST SEQUENCE.

GOOD. MAYBE YOU'LL LIVE
A LONG LIFE AFTER ALL.

WHAT'S WRONG?

THE ENCRYPTION CODE--

IT ISN'T WRITTEN
IN MATHEMATICAL TERMS.

A RANDOM, 9-LETTER CODE?

CHRIST, THAT COULD
BE ANYTHING!

COME HERE,
YOU LITTLE SHIT.

YOU SEE THIS MAN?
NOW TRY TO PICTURE HIM

WITH HIS BRAIN SPLATTERED
ALL OVER THAT TERMINAL.

DO YOU HAVE AN IMAGE
IN YOUR MIND, DOCTOR?

YES, I DO.

GOOD! BREAK THE CODE,
DR. ROYCE,

NOT MY HEART.

[SOTTO]
9-LETTER CIPHER.
IT HAS TO BE--

I KNOW WHAT
IT IS, KENJI.

GODDAMN IT, NICK,
WHERE ARE YOU?

Nassim: WHERE
IS OUR VIRUS?

HE'S CLOSE.
I CAN SMELL
THE FLOOR WAX.

JANITOR BUG:
NORTH CORRIDOR.

BEHIND YOU, DEV.

EAST CORRIDOR!
EAST CORRIDOR!

REEF IN THE
WEST CORRIDOR.
HE'S MINE!

NORTH CORRIDOR.

MAKE UP YOUR
GODDAMN MIND!

WHAT THE HELL?!

HOLD YOUR FIRE!
HOLD YOUR FIRE!

AAAAH!

HERE'S YOUR JANITOR,
BULLETHEAD!

UHH!

TIME TO GO TO SLEEP!

[MACHINE GUN BURSTS]

[SIRENS]

Dispatcher:
291, RESPOND.

291, RESPOND, PLEASE.

[SIRENS]

[GROANING]

PLEASE...
HELP ME...

[SOOTHING]
SURE, DEV...

I'LL HELP.

LOVE TO.

NUUHHNN--

GAAH!

OHH!

[SIRENS]

[SCREECHES]

ALL RIGHT.

EVERYONE STAY BACK
TILL I TELL YOU TO MOVE!

AAH!

J.P., WHAT DO YOU GOT?

MURPH FOREIGN
INTRUSION SYSTEM,

500,000 VOLT
PERIMETER CANNONS,
FAIL-SAFE BACKUP GENS.

ANYBODY TRY TO GO IN?

YEAH, 2.

HELL OF A WEEK
TO QUIT DRINKING.

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

[TRANSMITTER BUZZES]

Nassim: MEGHAN?

MEGHAN,
WHAT'S HAPPENING, BABY?

WHAT'S HAPPENING IS

YOUR DRAGON LADY'S
HANGING UPSIDE DOWN.

ANY MORE QUESTIONS?

JUST ONE.

WHO IS THIS?

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

YOU DON'T KNOW?

EH?

THIS IS THE JANITOR.

I DIDN'T KNOW THEY
TAUGHT GUERRILLA WARFARE
AT JANITOR SCHOOL.

THEY DON'T...

NASSIM.

Radio:
RODRIGUEZ WITH THE PITCH.

IT'S A POP FLY TO CENTER!

REDBOUER GOING BACK,
AND HE MAKES THE CATCH!

ANDERSON TAGGING UP.

Nick: YOU READY?

REDBOUER THROWS
TO HOME PLATE, AND...

HERE WE GO.

HE'S OUT OF THERE!

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

ADIOS, AMIGO.

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

Transmitter:
TRAVIS TO NASSIM.

WHAT?

GOT SOME BAD NEWS.

DEV?

LOOKS LIKE HE'S DEAD.

AH. HOW?

I DON'T KNOW.

JANITOR?

YEAH.

SHIT.

HUH.

LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE GOT
A LITTLE VIRUS PROBLEM
OF YOUR OWN.

YEAH?

AAH!

STOP IT!

Sportscaster:
WHAT I'M SEEING
I DON'T BELIEVE.

THE NEPTUNES ACT
LIKE THEY REALLY
WANNA WIN THIS GAME.

GO, TEAM.

WHO IS THIS GUY?

WHO IS THIS JANITOR?

I DON'T KNOW A JANITOR.

LIAR!

HIS NAME IS NICK.
THAT'S ALL I KNOW.

I SWEAR.

THAT'S BETTER.

TRAVIS?
Travis: YEAH?

BRING UP THE PERSONNEL FILE.

ROGER.

START WITH THE JANITORS.

YOU BET YA.

GUY'S FIRST NAME IS NICK.

AH...

NICK JAMES.

NICK. NICK.

I USED TO FUCK A GUY
IN PRISON NAMED NICK.

NO. THAT WAS NICK JONES.

NICK JAMES.

DOES IT HURT, OFFICER?

I'LL TELL YOU
WHAT I'M GONNA DO.

PROVE TO YOU
I'M NOT SUCH A BAD GUY.

I'M GONNA PUT YOU
OUT OF YOUR MISERY.

FUCK YOU.

NO. FUCK YOU.

YOU'RE DEAD.

[ELECTRONIC BUZZ]

Dieter: LIEUTENANT HORNING,
THE PROBE IS ACTIVATED.

I'M SENDING IT IN.

[ELECTRONIC PULSE]

CYCLOPS
IN POSITION?

JA.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

ROPE THAT LITTLE STEER, BOY!

JAMES, ARE YOU THERE?

CONGRATULATIONS, NASSIM.

WHAT DID YOU DO,
LOOK UP MY FILE?

I'M GONNA MAKE THIS
VERY SIMPLE FOR YOU,
JANITOR JAMES.

I'M SITTING IN A ROOM
FULL OF VERY HELPLESS,
VERY FRIGHTENED PEOPLE.

IN A MOMENT, ONE OF THEM
IS GOING TO CONTRACT

A .44 CALIBER
SINUS INFECTION.

TO AVERT THIS TRAGEDY,

I SUGGEST YOU COME DOWN HERE
AND PRAY THAT I FORGIVE YOU.

AND EVERYONE LIVES
HAPPILY EVER AFTER, RIGHT?

IT'S UP TO YOU.

I REMEMBER MAKING
A DEAL LIKE THIS
ONCE BEFORE, NASSIM.

A LOT OF GOOD IT DID ME.
A LOT OF GOOD IT DID NANCE.

A LOT OF GOOD
IT'S GONNA DO THOSE PEOPLE.

YOU ARE PLAYING
A DANGEROUS GAME, JANITOR.

SO ARE YOU.

GET OUT.

OH, MY GOD!

THERE.

YOU'RE TAKING THIS
TOO SERIOUS, JANITOR BOY.

REEF DON'T WANNA HURT YOU.

WHAT DO YOU SAY
WE GO SMOKE US
A NICE SPLIFF TOGETHER?

WHY YOU DON'T
LIKE ME SMOKE?

I GUESS THEN
I GOING HAVE TO KILL YOU!

[SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

JANITOR MAN?

[REEF SCREAMS IN PAIN]

[ELECTRONIC BUZZ]

WE ARE ON THE INSIDE.

ALL RIGHT.
LET'S SEE WHAT WE'VE GOT.

YOU, YOU'RE STALLING.

I'M GOING
AS FAST AS I CAN.

YOU LYING--
NASSIM.

YEAH, TRAVIS.

HE'S HEADED FOR THE LAB.

NUMB.

ERASE THIS PISSANT.

Nassim: GO ON.

COME ON. COME ON!

WE'RE RUNNING
OUT OF TIME.

ZOOM LEFT.

A LITTLE CLOSER.

STOP.

CARPET CLEANER?

WHAT HAVE WE GOT?

SOME KIND OF WHACKO
ON THE LOOSE?

[WHISTLING]

WHOO!

MISSED ME!

HOLD IT THERE.

[GRUNTS]

READY OR NOT,
HERE I COME.

[GRUNTS]

PEEK-A-BOO.

[LAUGHS] YOU'RE IT.

COME ON.

COME ON OUT.

GIVE ME THE GUN.

GIVE ME THE GUN.

GIVE ME THE GUN!

OH!

[GRUNTS]

[GASPS]

[LAUGHS]

[GRUNTS]

AAH.

FEELS GOOD,
DOESN'T IT, HUH?

I THINK IT'S TIME
TO FINISH THIS PARTY.

WHAT DO YOU THINK, HUH?

[CHOKES]

[GRUNTS]

SUCK ON THIS.

GO IN.

OOH.

NASSIM,
HE'S OUTSIDE THE LAB.

SHIT.

Cyclops: STOP! THIS IS
POLICE PROBE CYCLOPS.

WELL. WELL. WELL.
LOOK WHO'S HERE.

ZERO, ZERO,
"S", "G".

LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON.

YOU ARE A SUSPECTED
PERPETRATOR.

WHAT?

LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON.

WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?

SCHEISSE!

Horning: WHAT'S HAPPENING?

THIS CRABBY MAN
SHOT MY PROBE.

THIS IS
POLICE PROBE CYCLOPS.

YOU HAVE ASSAULTED
POLICE PROPERTY.

SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY
OR FACE TERMINATION.

I'M THE GOOD GUY,
YOU STUPID MACHINE.

YOUR RESPONSE
IS INAPPROPRIATE.

THE GUYS YOU WANT
ARE IN THERE.

LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON.

[ENGINE STOPS]

[SCREAMS]

COME ON. COME ON.

COME ON.

SHIT.

[GRUNTS]

[CREAKS]

[CLICKS]

YOU'RE NEVER
GONNA BELIEVE THIS.

A POLICE PROBE JUST
CURED OUR JANITOR VIRUS.

YES!

BYE-BYE, JANITOR!
COME HERE!

ALL RIGHT, DOC.
THE TIME FOR GAMES
ARE OVER.

NOW BREAK THE CODE!

THAT'S IT!

YOU KNEW IT
ALL THE TIME, BITCH!

YES!

WE'RE IN.

MEGHAN.

PREPARE THE ASSIMILATOR.

[MOANS]

[CREAKS]

Radio: BOTTOM OF THE NINTH,
CHICAGO LEADS 12-10.

NEPTUNES ARE 3 RUNS AWAY
FROM THE BIGGEST COMEBACK
IN CLUB HISTORY.

[RADIO STATIC]

Announcer: AND NOW A WORD
FROM OUR SPONSOR.

NICK?

DOC.

NICK, ARE YOU OK?

COULD BE WORSE.
WE'RE ONLY DOWN BY 2 RUNS.

[SIGHS]

SOME COMEBACK, HUH?

NO!

[GASPS]

DOC?

DOC.

NO!

[VIDEO TAPE REWINDS]

WAIT A SECOND.

WELL. WELL. WELL.
LOOK WHO'S HERE.

I KNOW THIS GUY.

HE'S COMING IN AND OUT OF
SMITTY'S PLACE ALL THE TIME.

MAJOR LEAGUE BOOZER,
EX-COP.

WHAT?

JESUS,
WHAT'S HE DOING?

BURNING OUT.

GET ME A S.W.A.T. TEAM
HERE, J.P.

YESTERDAY!

Officer:
KEEP YOUR HEADS DOWN.

JERRY!

Officer: LET'S GO!
HUT, HUT, HUT, HUT!

YOU SAY THIS GUY'S
AN EX-COP?

YEAH. HE USED TO
WORK DETECTING TEAM.

CRACKED UP AFTER HE GOT
HIS PARTNER KILLED ON A BUST.

BEEN FIRED TWICE
FOR DRINKING.

ANY HOSTAGES?

JUST A LOT OF BODIES SO FAR,
AND I DON'T WANT ANY MORE.

I WANT THIS GUY, JERRY.

[BEEP]

LINK UP!

[ELECTRONIC HUM]

AAH!

[GRUNTS]

OH!

[METAL CREAKS]

[NICK SCREAMS]

READY, MEGHAN.

WHAT INTRIGUED ME ABOUT
YOUR FATHER'S DISCOVERY

WAS HIS BIOLOGICAL
COMPONENT...

HENCE, THE ASSIMILATOR.

MEGHAN WILL
DOWNLOAD THE VIRUS

INTO A COMPUTER CHIP
INSIDE MY BRAIN.

AND WHEN YOUR BODY
REJECTS IT?

RISK IS A STEPCHILD
OF ADMISSION, DOCTOR.

IF MY SYSTEM
REJECTS THE VIRUS,

I DIE.

BUT IF IT DOESN'T,

THE VIRUS AND I
BECOME ONE.

I WILL BE ABLE
TO CONTROL IT AT WILL...

DIRECT IT WITH
MY THOUGHT WAVES ANYWHERE...

AT ANY TIME.

[ELECTRONIC PULSE]

AAH!

Sportscaster: SWING...
AND IT'S A MISS.

THE COUNT'S 3 AND 2.

IT'S ALL RIDING ON
THE MEXICAN'S SHOULDERS NOW.

AND, HEY,
I'LL SAY ONE THING,

WIN OR LOSE,

YOU COULDN'T HAVE WRITTEN
A BETTER FINISH.

WHAT DO YOU THINK
OF THIS COMEBACK, BOB?

WELL, FRANK, FRANKLY,
I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

THE NEPTUNES STILL HAVE
A LONG WAY TO GO

TO GET BACK TO TOP FORM.

AND WITH OVER HALF
THE SEASON GONE...

OK, JAMES.

FULL COUNT.

AGHH...

AHH...

IT'S HOLY.

COME ON...

S.W.A.T.!

LET THEM COME.

Radio: MALLOY
WINDS UP TO THROW.

RODRIGUEZ BETTER
REACH WAY DOWN.

COME ON, PEDRO.

HERE'S THE PITCH...

SWING!

RUN! RUN!
RUN! RUN!

RUN! RUN!
RUN! RUN!

NO!

MY RADIO.

HAH!

SENTRY SYSTEM OFF.

ALL RIGHT.
LET'S GO.

WE JAMMIN' NOW.

OK! ELEVATOR!

HOLMAN!

WE TAKE THIS ONE
FOR INSURANCE

AND LET THE OTHER
ONES LIVE.

BUT THEY'RE WITNESSES.

PRECISELY.

THE ONLY WITNESSES
TO WHAT OCCURRED
HERE TONIGHT.

ARE YOU OK, BABY?

NEVER BETTER.
COME ON.

NICK!

CLEANUP TIME.

SHIT.

STAY.

DROP IT!

AAGH!

AAH!

[SCREAMING]

THEY'RE FALLING DOWN!

WHAT'S HAPPENING?

MOVE 'EM OVER THERE!

HELP HIM!
HOLD HIM DOWN!

WHAT'S HAPPENING?

COME ON.

STOP IT!

STOP--

HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!

[ENERGY CHARGE]

JAMES. THAT SON
OF A BITCH.

COME ON, LET'S GO.

YES.

JAMES!

END OF THE LINE,
PARTNER.

NO! UHH!
I'M TELLING YOU,

YOU GOT
THE WRONG GUY!

UHH!

WHAT HAPPENED, JAMES?

SMITTY CUT OFF
YOUR TAB?

THE GUY YOU WANT'S
OUTSIDE, DAMN IT!

A HELLUVA WAY TO WORK OFF
YOUR FRUSTRATIONS!

GET THIS PIECE OF SHIT
OUTTA HERE!

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

WE GOT A SUSPECT!

OFFICER DOWN!

EVERYONE TAKE COVER!

WHERE'S IT COMING FROM?

FROM UP THERE!

FREEZE!

JAMES!

BOOT UP.

DISPATCH, COME IN.

Police radio:
GO AHEAD, PHOENIX.

IN PURSUIT OF SUSPECT
HEADING WEST ON
OLD SCHOOL ROAD.

SUSPECT IS DRIVING
STOLEN UNIT.

REQUEST A TRACE.

ON YOUR KNEES.

YOU'RE VERY FORTUNATE,
ALEXANDRA,

TO BE HERE ON SUCH
AN AUSPICIOUS OCCASION.

IN 2 MINUTES,

I WILL HAVE FORMED
A DIRECT LINK

WITH EVERY MAN,
WOMAN, AND CHILD

ON THE FACE
OF THE PLANET.

TELEVISION,

SATELLITE,

COMPUTER NETWORKS.

TOGETHER, THEY WILL
SIMULCAST MY MESSAGE

TO THE ENTIRE WORLD.

THE SECOND COMING
IS HERE!

ALL NATIONS WILL KNEEL
BEFORE THEIR NEW MASTER

OR SUFFER HIS WRATH!

YOU'RE INSANE.

PERHAPS.

I CHOOSE TO THINK
OF IT AS...

ACUTE AWARENESS.

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

OBSERVE, MY DEAR.

IT'S COMING.

SUBMIT, JAMES,

OR THE WHORE
WILL PERISH.

YOU GOT A BAD HABIT

OF KILLING MY FRIENDS,
NASSIM.

STILL BLAMING ME
FOR YOUR PARTNER,
OFFICER JAMES?

LET US BE HONEST
WITH OURSELVES.

YOU HAD A CLEAN SHOT,
JUST LIKE SHE SAID.

BUT YOU LOST YOUR NERVE.

OH, I PULLED
THE TRIGGER,

BUT YOU KILLED HER.

DON'T BE TOO HARD
ON YOURSELF,

JANITOR JAMES.

YOU CAN'T HELP
WHO YOU ARE.

IT'S SIMPLE GENETICS.

FAILURE IS ENCODED
IN YOUR DNA.

NOW...DROP YOUR WEAPON,
SLAVE.

DROP IT!

OH, MY GOD.

IT'S OK.

IT'S OK.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

OH, MY GOD.

IT'S SPREADING.

WHAT?

THE VIRUS--
IF IT GETS OUT,

IT'LL AFFECT EVERY NETWORK
IN THE WORLD.

THERE WON'T BE
ANY GOING BACK.

WE HAVE TO STOP IT.

HOW?

HOW CAN WE DO THAT?

MY PROGRAM.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I'M HACKING INTO
THE DATABASE AT QRL.

I WROTE A PROGRAM
AFTER THE SKYBUS CRASH.

IF I CAN RETRIEVE
THE PROGRAM,

MAYBE I CAN INITIATE IT
FROM HERE.

HURRY.

AHH...

AHH...

ALEX.

[LAUGHING]

OH, GOD.

I AM THE LIGHT
AND THE WAY!

I AM THE KINGDOM
AND THE GLORY!

I AM ETERNAL!

YEAH, RIGHT.

COME ON.

YOU SHALL HAVE
NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME!

THAT'S IT.
THERE IT IS.

[GROANING]

AAAH!

OHHHH!

WE DID IT.

WE ERADICATED IT.

IT'S OVER.

JAMES.

WHAT CAN I SAY?

WHEN I'M WRONG,
I'M WRONG.

WHEN YOU SEE SMITTY,

TELL HIM
I SAID "HI."

HEY, HORNING.

TELL HIM YOURSELF.

PARTNER.

OFFICER JAMES.

WELCOME BACK.

THANKS.

OFFICER.

YOU WOULDN'T KNOW

WHO WON THE GAME
TONIGHT, WOULD YOU?

Alex: I DON'T
BELIEVE IT.

BELIEVE IT.

HOMERED IN THE NINTH?

I GUESS HE WAS TIRED
OF LOSING.

THEY STILL NEED
AN OUTFIELD.

THEY GOT A GREAT OUT--

OK, FINE.

THEY NEED SOME HELP
IN THEIR OUTFIELD.

NOW WILL YOU STOP
BUGGING ME?

NEVER.

Alex: YOU WANT TO KNOW
MY THEORY?

James: CAN WE TALK
ABOUT THE WEATHER
OR SOMETHING?

ONLY MORRIS IS A NATURAL
THIRD BASEMAN.

SINCE WHEN?

SINCE HIS ROOKIE YEAR.
HE BATTED A .370.

YOU SWITCH HIM TO RIGHT,
AND THE GUY'S A BUM.